User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-3474228-20150417022601

Bragoon forces a few tears out in his act as he turns over with much grief to reveal the wooden end of his spear seemingly lodged into his midriff. Dark red juice trickles through his belly fur as he presses berries against himself with his free paw. "Quick, mate, alls I need's a rag t'staunch th'blood. D...Don't let a fellow woodlander bleed out! OWWWOOO!"